***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

Sarah boards a flight to Malaysia blissfully unaware of two things: 1. Heartthrob Harry Styles is seated up ahead in first class 2. Their plane is about to go down in the Indian Ocean

Ally and Harry, two complete opposites. What happens when you put the most popular girl in school and her tutor together? A short story about what happens when two people from different social standings come together for more than just a late night study session. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

18+ / Very Mature "Madison." "I need you." My voice is thick with emotion, quivering slightly at the thought of rejection. I didn't know if Harry wanted to take this further, if I was the only one feeling this level of longing. He takes his forehead away from mine and stares into my eyes, brows furrowed, "You need me?" His voice was full of disbelief, like the thought that I was pining for him in that way was impossible. "I need you." I repeat unwaveringly.

After six long years of constant touring and working as one of the world's biggest pop stars, trying his hand at acting and about to embark on a new solo career, Harry finds himself needing a time out. All eyes have been on him since he was sixteen years old and it's become hard to figure out who he's become, who he really is versus who everyone perceives him to be. Taking the time to be alone in a small town surrounded by nature and his own thoughts, he wants to feel the freedom and normalcy he so desperately craves. He shifts from a global superstar living the life of a celebrity to a simple small town life full of a different kind of adventure. Having experienced two completely opposite sides of life, he struggles to find a balance between the two and make some tough decisions about who he is and what he truly wants. Will he be able to go back once he figures out what really matters to him? Or can he find a balance between both? Follow the summer adventures of Harry and Hailey as he tries to go back to basics, discovering that maybe solitude wasn't what he needed. *Absolutely no reposting or translating of this story. NO EXCEPTIONS.*

And if you let go, I'll float towards the sun, I'm stronger 'cause you fill me up. But when the fear comes, And I drift towards the ground, I am lucky that you're around. • Sia - Helium.

harry's a witch and its been a long time since he's been around anyone new, but there's no way he's getting y/n out of his head ----- this is one of my series from my tumblr moonchildstyles.tumblr.com thank u sm for reading!!

A Six-Part Christmas Story that involves best friends, old flames, angsty feelings and a Christmas Eve to remember.

{VERY SLOW TO UPDATE BUT THANK YOU FOR ALL THE CONTINUED SUPPORT} My entire body is sore from cuts and the rash caused by the ropes wrapped around me, keeping me trapped in the chair. I hear foot steps approach before a hand grasps the black bag over my head. I look down, not wanting to look my captor in the eyes. However, out of curiosity my gaze scans his frame. As soon as my eyes reach his collar bone I see the design I have come so familiar with. Half a butterfly wing and half a demon wing scorched into the brown leather of his jacket. He told me I could trust him. Immediately my eyes snap to his, emerald green. A color I found so comforting yesterday now sends a chill down my spine. // Ashley Black is a self taught tattoo artist in NYC. During the day she draws in clients hoping to wear some of her world class art; but during the night her clientele switches. Men dressed in leather and covered in prison ink. Always the same guys, mumbling secrets through thick clouds of cigarette smoke. Until one night a younger guy comes into the shop wanting a butterfly tattoo. There was different about him, and it wasn't just the fact that he was a tough guy getting a butterfly tattoo... there was a connection.

"such a pretty face, on a pretty neck" a story about a boy in a band and a girl with a little bit of time on her hands *CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT*